This Hating Game

by Montague Disciple

Twenty-four tributes, as diverse as the twelve Districts from which they are taken, unwittingly united by one thing: the hatred in their lives. As they are killed off, one by one, we see the emotion surface that most never realised until now. Drabble

20. Thresh Marriot

DAY FIFTEEN: DURING THE THUNDER

And so he comes. Through the storm, with his night-vision goggles, his grudge against me.

I killed Clove, his...what to call her? Soulmate seems inappropriate for one with no heart; girlfriend, too tame. I settle for simply mate.

His pack murdered my friend Rue, and he will pay.

Ready to die, Cato?

I realise the answer...no. He's unprepared to lose.

Can I kill again? Rue...wouldn't want another death.

Stepping sideways, into the scorpion nest that I observed on Day One, I laugh through the flash of pain at the outrage on Cato's cheated face.

"Happy Hunger Games, Cato Ferox!"